Naughty in Leather (4 page)

Sue’s assistant
hit another kid on the head with a bucket full of flowers and water. When he
fell to the ground she sat on his back. The two kids Rhonda had first noticed
turned to run. One was coming straight at her, so Rhonda threw the paintball at
him, getting him in the center of the chest. It seemed to upset him and he
slowed enough so that she could tackle him to the ground. Taking a lesson from
Sue’s helper, she sat on his back, keeping him flat on the floor, even though
he tried bouncing his back and butt to get her off.

Customers, the
other security guard, and staff were chasing the few remaining teenagers, when
the police arrived with sirens and guns. With the loud crack of a warning shot
being fired, there was instant silence. Rhonda sat on the back of the kid, who
was no longer trying to throw her off, until a police officer came to cuff him.
Only then did she notice paramedics wheeling the elderly jeweler out on a
gurney, and bandaging Ted’s head.

Rhonda glared at
the kid. “If the jeweler dies you’ll be in jail for the rest of your life. I
hope you think a few pieces of jewelry were worth it,” she said.

“I didn’t hit
anyone,” the kid whined.

There was
absolute chaos for the next half hour as the kids were all taken away by one
group of police, and the jeweler’s family was notified to follow him to
hospital. Rhonda was relieved he’d just been hit by a few shards of glass, but
they were monitoring him since he was elderly and his blood pressure was too
high. She’d been terrified he’d had a heart attack from the shock.

Other police
were collecting evidence, including metal bars, wrenches and rocks, and even
the bucket of flowers was taken away. Then they all had to give their names,
reason for being present, and an official statement. Rhonda said, “Two of the
kids I noticed first have dyed their hair and changed their hairstyles. They’re
now blond, but if you look at the old CCTV footage you’ll recognize them from
past incidents here.” The policewoman just nodded as she asked more questions.
By the time everyone was finished it was almost time to close the store for the
day, but Rhonda hadn’t anywhere near finished wrapping the mail order sales.
Sighing, she returned to the store, made herself a strong cup of coffee and
began work.

Ty and Scott
arrived earlier than usual. “It was on the news. They caught the kids and there
was a riot here. Are you okay?” It was Ty speaking but both men surrounded her,
touching her arms, looking into her eyes.

“I’m fine. Just
tired. I’ll be here for a long time yet. I’m only half-way through the orders.”

“We can parcel
stuff up for you. I’ve been wrapping Christmas presents for twenty years. Why don’t
you just set us up, and you do the paperwork while we wrap?” suggested Scott.

It was more
difficult than that, as each order had its own paperwork, and address labels
needed to be printed out, but soon the men were wrapping, and Rhonda did the
paperwork and labeling after putting each order into a neat pile.

By seven o’clock
Rhonda was pulling the grill over the door. Scott wheeled the trolley to the
Post Office while Ty walked Rhonda to the bank to deposit the money.

“Not much today.
No one came to the store after lunch thanks to all the drama,” she sighed.

“Maybe. But I
bet the mall will be crowded with people tomorrow, as everyone will want to see
where it happened. You’ll be run off your feet all day,” Ty replied.

“As long as they
all buy something,” she said.

“Come home with
us tonight. Let us love you,” said Scott when they met up in the parking lot.

“I’m really
tired.”

“You don’t have
to do anything. Let us feed you, then we’ll rock you to sleep, if that’s all
you want,” said Ty.

“We need to be
with you. It was scary seeing what happened here today, not knowing if you were
all right,” added Scott.

Rhonda was
tempted. On the one hand, she was bone-tired and just wanted a hot bath and
long sleep. On the other, she knew her body was still full of adrenaline from
the events of the afternoon. Besides, who could resist two men who wanted to
care for her?

“Okay. But don’t
complain if I fall asleep in the middle of the meal. It won’t be anything
personal, it’s just I’m tired.”

“We’ll look
after you,” said Scott.

****

Scott had never
been so scared in all his life as when the news broadcast had come on the
television showing the mall surrounded by police and paramedics, and the woman
onscreen had used the word “riot”. His heart had really truly sunk down into
his stomach and he’d almost thrown up in fear for Rhonda. How could this happen
when he wasn’t there to protect her? What if she was hurt? Frightened? When the
paramedics wheeled the gurney out of the mall he’d been on the verge of racing
from his office building to the mall even if it cost him his job. Only the
words that the injuries were minor, and to an elderly man and a security guard,
kept him in his seat in the lunchroom.

He’d been so
relieved to see her looking the same as always, he’d had to struggle not to
pull her into his arms right there in the store. At least helping her in her
work gave him something useful to do. Now he wanted to soothe and comfort her.
She’d said she wanted a hot bath. He was sure they had some of those girly,
bubble-junk things somewhere, and she could soak while he and Ty cooked. And
after she’d eaten they’d wrap her in their arms and love her to sleep. If she
didn’t want sex he could deal with that as long as she let him hold her. He
needed to hold her. Needed to know she was warm and safe and where she
belonged—in his bed and in his arms.

Scott started
thinking about dinner. A meal that wasn’t too hard to digest. If she was upset
she needed to be soothed, not to have her belly working overtime on the food.
Pasta maybe? Hmm that’d work. And instead of salad some soup. Lots of nutrition
there, and again, easy to digest. Now, where was that girly bath stuff? Not in
the drawers of the sink or he’d have noticed it. Likely in the cupboard below
though. He didn’t open that very often.

He raced through
the house, grabbing a pile of clean towels, then rummaged under the sink until
he found the bottle of pink bubble-bath some misguided person had given him. By
the time Ty carried Rhonda into the bathroom the water was running hot, steam
was filling the room, and they left Rhonda there to enjoy her bath while they
prepared the meal.

“I thought pasta
and soup. Easy for her to digest,” he said.

“Oh good
thinking. I’d decided no wine in case that made her cry, but you’re way ahead
of me,” said Ty.

Companionably
they cooked the meal, working with the ease that years together, sharing a
house, a life, and chores, had brought them.

Scott smiled at
Ty. He loved this man deeply and truly, but they both needed a woman as well.
Ty was the most important thing in his life, and he knew he was in Ty’s too,
but they both had a gap in their lives only a woman could fill. And he was
absolutely certain the perfect woman was Rhonda. She was beautiful and
intelligent. The kind of woman who wouldn’t bore him in a day, a week, a month,
a year. Someone full of life and vitality. Someone he wanted with all of his
being. To love and cherish, and for the three of them to be a family. No longer
two equal partners, but three.

All they had to
do was convince Rhonda. A done deal? Not quite!

Scott was
draining the pasta, and Ty was setting the table as Rhonda walked into the
room. Scott looked at her carefully. She seemed a little tired, but not worn
out or half asleep, and certainly not hyper-tense.

“Feeling a
little better, honey?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you.
It was a big drama, but it’s good it’s all over now. I hated distrusting every
young person who came past the store in case they were one of the shoplifters.
You should have seen Sue’s assistant hit one kid over the head with a bucket of
flowers. I’m sure he deserved the headache, but really it was very funny.”

“Water is pretty
heavy. She’s likely lucky she didn’t fracture his skull,” said Ty.

“No. They only
put a few inches of water in the buckets. Just enough to keep the flowers damp.
They don’t like to have the leaves all wet as well.”

“Oh, okay. I
never knew that. Now, sit down and we’ll eat, and you can tell us all about
it.”

Scott let Ty
lead the conversation. Rhonda told the story fluidly and without any seeming
pain or upset, which was great, and parts of it were rather funny. The thought
of a group of adults sitting on top of the kids was like something out of a TV
show. As far as Scott could see, Rhonda was fine, not at all traumatized.
Hopefully, a night of hot sex and a deep sleep would restore her to her usual
equilibrium and everything would be good again.

Rhonda ate all
her soup and about half her pasta, then yawned.

“Time for bed?”
Scott asked.

“Yes. I’m sorry,
that’s not very good manners, is it?”

“Your day has
been unusual, and once the adrenaline leaves your body it’s natural to be
tired. We’ll tuck you into bed.”

“And make sure
you sleep well,” added Ty.

“A nice orgasm
will be the best soporific ever,” added Scott, watching her face to see if she
disagreed.

Rhonda smiled.
All right! She was onboard with the plan. Scott’s cock leaped in his pants,
instantly growing hard.

In a group they
stood and moved to the bedroom. Ty pulled the quilt down the bed, while Scott
closed the drapes. Rhonda undressed then climbed onto the bed. She laid flat on
her back watching them with big sparkly eyes.

Oh yes, she was
ready for sex, thank God!

Scott almost
ripped his button-down shirt getting it off with half the buttons still done
up. He toed off his shoes, not noticing where they went, and his socks were off
in seconds after that. Faster than thought he and Ty were on the bed too, Ty
grabbing condoms from the drawer.

“Tonight I think
you need two orgasms to make sure you sleep deeply. Scott can go first, then
me,” said Ty.

“I could suck
you while Scott fucks me. Just to stop you from feeling lonely,” Rhonda said.

Ty’s body shook.
“Sounds good,” he said hoarsely.

Scott grinned
and rolled a condom on. “Perhaps a few kisses to begin with. You don’t know how
much I worried about you, when I saw that news report. I almost died of agony
not knowing you were safe.”

Scott climbed
over her body and began kissing her. She tasted so good, rich and warm, and
slightly spicy from dinner, but all woman and his. Theirs. He licked a line
down her neck, tasting the hollow of her throat, then moving lower to her
breasts. Scott sucked first one nipple, then the other one into his mouth,
enjoying the slight strawberry taste of her skin from the bubble bath. She
smelled faintly fruit-scented too. It was nice. Made him realize how much a
woman added to an all-male household. Another dimension to share and enjoy.

Scott slid lower
still, licking down over her belly until he reached her bellybutton. He wiggled
his tongue in the little indentation, licking all round it, then lightly biting
the rim. She hissed her pleasure, and he smiled as he licked a little lower,
and lower again, until he reached her clit. This he sucked into his mouth,
pulling on it, waiting for her hiss of pleasure again. When she responded he
drove his tongue into her cunt, licking the walls and savoring her flavor. She
tasted so good. So very feminine. He loved to taste her and touch her. Scott
ran his mouth over her labia, sucking first one side then the other into his
mouth, then he couldn’t resist tasting her again, before playing with her clit.

Already her hips
were lifting into his touch, but he wanted her higher yet. He wanted her orgasm
to be a major explosion, not just a nice experience, so he sucked her clit
harder, and nibbled over her mons some more.

Rhonda’s hands
tugged on his arms, her fingernails digging into his skin, so Scott knew it was
time. He held his sheathed cock at her entry and pushed in, loving the way her
channel gripped him and held him. She was very tight, and very hot, but so wet
he’d slid in easily.

Scott groaned as
he pulled out. He wanted to stay inside her forever, but he also wanted to
drive her over the edge into pleasure. He began deep, long thrusts, pushing
inside her until his balls ground against her skin, before pulling out, only to
do it again and again. Her cream was bathing his cock with damp heat and her
hips were following his every move.

Her hands were
holding Ty’s cock at her mouth now, but his own hands on her hips were keeping
them all synchronized. Faster, harder, deeper. Scott was pounding into her now,
but she was responding to his every move. Then he felt it. Her cunt rippled
around him, grabbing his cock even harder than before, and her hot cream bathed
his cock. It felt so good he let go of his control, and his seed blasted into
the condom. He held her hips high while he drove into her one last time, loving
the feeling of her rippling around him.

Ty had pulled
his cock out of her mouth, and was rolling on a condom, so Scott leaned up and
kissed her again, loving the faint taste of Ty on her lips, as well as her own
special taste. Then he moved away, making room for Ty.